Lost Tomorrow

Likelihood of life lies beyond us in unkempt dreams, wet and moistened by our tears of contempt. Sombre attitudes stretched beyond capacity, forfeiting all of our lives paths leading to the future. Swallowing endless forms of loneliness and solitude, we creep through our lives, pretending to have found some meaning, and yet, we have not. Losing battles every day, forsaking each other for mundane rules and uncoordinated efforts of fools. Trampling underfoot, intense briars of yesterday which will not lessen nor clear our ways. Softly, echoes pilfer our thoughts and memories, tokenly portraying the essence of a lost tomorrow which has started only today. Finally forging the magnificent torture of daily living, soundless, we stumble from this day forward, meeting death along the infinite darkened way of life.